Ainsley lifted a hand and pointed out towards the Temple behind the curtain of snow. "This is it," Ainsley said, trying to make sure her voice was heard above the swirling winds. "You must go first."
The two had no idea of the recent happenings in the city. After they had left, Lumine had been defeated thanks to a great handful of people who finally were able to organize a mass attack against the Ravenholm tyrant. They had no clue that the final act to end the plague on Aleris' was for them to just return the soul to its rightful owner, the Goddess of Winter. Ainsley was only determined to get the soul back so that the people could revolt against Lumine - a task which she did not know wasn't really needed any longer.
The Redmont Witch nudged her heels into her horse's flanks, urging the animal forward through the snow. The horse shook its head and moved towards the temple. Ainsley kept a cautious eye on Odin. After all, he still had the soul within his hands and at any moment he could flee away with it again. It would be difficult to chase after him; her magic was still subdued because of Lumine's collar. During their short camping breaks along the way, she had not figured out a way to undo the sturdy ornament that adorned her neck.
Throughout her life, Ainsley had seen many people corrupted by the idea of power. Elijah Bluefield, her deceased husband from over a thousand years ago, had been among those ranks... and even she had been a victim to conquest once. However, she sincerely hoped that Odin would prove her wrong and not be the same power hungry person.
Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 2:09 pm